The First Reunion She hadn't... been sure he'd still want her when they came together again, if everything that Camille and Lucy had done, if everything they'd put the two of them through had...soured what there was between them. Morgan knows that Finn was important to her -- and she's endlessly grateful to have helped him regain a name, regain a sense of self… to be something more than Camille's favorite ghoul, something more than Mikhail model number… But she'd been so afraid. It had been months since the last time he'd seen her and then she'd stolen him from Camille… But those doubts are erased the moment his lips meet hers again, his fingers tangled in her hair and clinging to her as if she's the only port in a raging sea. He kisses her like stopping would mean certain death, like it's only through contact with her body in this instant that he's kept alive. Finn's touches are desperate, fevered, full of a need and a passion that she hadn't been expecting. His mouth is on hers and then moving over her jaw, over her throat, over her collarbone… his hands move up over her hips and under her shirt, caressing her breasts through her bra and drawing a soft whine from Morgan's lips.
She had gotten past that when she had slept with Nic the night before she was to run from that very same changeling but… It had been there, in the back of her mind, souring the experience every so slightly. But now,
oh God, now she's free to enjoy every bit of
what Finn does to her, free to revel in every touch,
every kiss. He laughs softly, lips still pressed to her
skin, the sensation causing the hairs all over her body
to stand on end. She wants him so badly -- it's just
about all she can think of. The way that her all too
human lust and Beast combine makes her want to cry. Her
gums itch, her throat aches and she can feel her fangs
extend, begging her to sink them into him and feel her
mouth fill with hot, delicious arterial spray… His mouth finds hers again and she returns Finn's kisses with the same passion letting her tongue slip past the barrier of his lips, searching him out, tasting him, feeling her entire body sing with need and excitement. His hands skim over her curves and rest on her hips and he tugs her closer, their bodies pressed together. Fuck, he's so warm. When she had finally slept with Nic, it had been amazing and wonderful but… There hadn't been that heat between them -- just being bent over and fucked until she couldn't think straight anymore… But this… This is different, so much like the times they'd been brought together by Camille but free of that shadow, free of the threads of her influence, just two bodies, two hearts, two souls finding comfort and pleasure in one another. He takes her hand, pressing it to the bulge beneath his jeans and Morgan moans into the kiss. She can feel her spirit cry out for him in the way the heat flares between her thighs and crawls up through her belly. Already, she feels moisture beginning to grow there, her cunt aching and throbbing.
And she knows that he wants her just as badly. Her shirt comes off and then her bra, both thrown aside with abandon and forgotten in the pair's wild need for each other. Morgan cries out, feeling warm lips wrap around her nipple, feeling teeth graze her -- it sends shivers down her spine and her hips surge forward and she grinds against him, feeling him hard against her, rubbing her aching clit through the thin, thoroughly soaked fabric of her panties and leggings. When Finn pulls away from Morgan's breast he sinks his teeth into her nipple, tugging it hard and sending a sudden jolt of sweet, blissful agony through the Toreador's body, causing her to cry out, her head falling back. Morgan whimpers. Finn grabs her ass, gripping the ample flesh tight as he thrusts into Morgan's grind.
All at once, the pressure explodes, washing over her in lightning strikes of pleasure, waves of bliss that utterly sweep Morgan away, a strangled cry catching in her throat as her muscles go rigid and she digs her nails into Finn's arms. Oh god, oh fuck. It's amazing. He doesn't even have to be inside her to leave her quaking and screaming and cumming so hard that white lights pop in her vision. The words that Finn growls in her ear, her body twitching and writhing in his arms as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm are enough to make Morgan utterly melt.
Before
she really knows what's happening, he's pushed her down
onto the bed, slowly peeling the rest of her clothes off
and parting her legs to expose the Toreador's burning
cunt --her outer lips puffy and swollen with need, her
inner lips glistening with moisture and the tender bud of
her clit engorged with blood, erect and throbbing in time
with her racing heartbeat… In fact, the entirety of
her slick, glistening sex is coated in her blood, a
change in her biology that had occurred thanks to her
newfound vampirism -- something she had fully expected
that somehow still manages to take her breath away when
the scent of her own vitae hits her… That's not the only thing that takes her breath away, however -- Finn's mouth finds her, tongue tracing her opening before slipping into her. Morgan groans, twining her fingers into his long blonde hair. Oh god does he know exactly how to pleasure her, focusing on every sensitive spot as he searches her entrance with his tongue. The tip moves up, over the labia minora before he wraps his lips around her clit, suckling at it the same way he had her nipples earlier. She screams, her legs shaking and her hips bucking up against Finn but he holds her in place easily, keeping her from squirming out of his reach.
He doesn't stop, of course, swirling his tongue over Morgan's clit as he continues to work it with his mouth, a faint smirk working its way onto his lips as she shudders and trembles beneath him, her peak already fast approaching again...
Once again, pleasure explodes through the vampire's body and she screams her bliss, gushing blood into her ghoul's mouth as she cums, shaking and screaming, her body once again going rigid, back arching and toes curling, the orgasm hitting her in wave after wave as Finn continues to devour his domitor's cunt.
Oh god, oh god -- it's unbelievably fucking good. Morgan can't think, can't even summon the faintest hint of a thought, nothing exists but the mind numbing pleasure and the tightening of that bond. She can feel it, feel him and feel his need for her, feel the aching heat of his erection and how much he's enjoying her response… When he finally pulls back, Morgan feels a thrill run through her, watching him lick the blood from his lips before he's on top of her again, their mouths crushed together in another desperate kiss… in a flurry of desperate kisses that leave her lips feeling bruised.
Nearly the instant she's gotten him out of his jeans, the warm head of his cock is lined up with her entrance. Morgan sucks in a breath through her teeth… She had forgotten how big he is.
He holds there for a moment that stretches on into eternity, both he and Morgan's breath coming in gasps.
And oh God, does he comply. The air is driven from Morgan's lungs with the force of the thrust -- making it clear that now that she was Kindred and not a fragile mortal, he wouldn't hold back. She cries out in a mix of pleasure and agony, her inner walls clamping down on Finn as he pulls nearly every inch of his cock free from her spasming confines before roughly slamming it back into her. The head of his cock slams into her cervix and for a brief moment, she's almost grateful for the way Camille had rewired her nerves -- the sensation of Finn's cock slamming into her cervix is nearly orgasmic in and of itself. Every thrust is delivered with the same intensity, the same roughness and strength, utterly wrecking the vampire's cunt as he pounds her into the mattress, the springs and the frame screaming in protest as the headboard slams into the wall. Morgan cries out in exultation, pressing her hips back into Finn's thrusts, reveling in the sensation of him stretching her, of him ramming himself into her cunt over and over again… Fuck, she's pretty sure she's cumming with every surge of his hips. It's like heaven with Finn's warm body pressing her down, the scent of his blood and the taste of his sweat on her tongue.
Nothing else exists but the sensation of Finn railing her, hips slamming together, heat and sweat and warm breath and his beating heart… And his thick, hard cock inside her. Morgan's bliss only continues to magnify as she feels Finn's pleasure over that intense blood bond, as she feels his own exultation at the sensation of her gripping him like this, the pleasure of hearing her screaming his name, the pleasure of finally being one with his true love…
Morgan's head falls back against the mattress, her body utterly wrapped in bliss, experiencing a sort of rapture that she didn't think was possible.
Harder. Somehow, he fucks her harder, reaching even deeper inside of her. She can't even scream now, air being forced from her lungs every time their hips make contact… And oh god,the rhythm picks up -- faster and faster and it's clear he's slamming into her much faster than any human possibly could. She can't catch a breath, she can't breathe, she can't even make a sound but she can feel Finn's approaching orgasm -- she can feel it building inside of him and…
Buried inside of her as deeply as he can be, Finn reaches his peak and Morgan cums along with him, harder than she has the entire night, feeling him flooding her with his seed, feeling his dick spasming inside her as he fills her.
She pushes her hips up, forcing him just a bit deeper into her, the fullness making her mind swim and go utterly blank -- well, maybe not utterly. One thing other than the pleasure remains and it's the deep connection she can feel between them. More than just the blood bond, it's what the changeling had shown her, the knowledge that they had once been partners lifetimes ago. That the hands of fate would pull them together over and over again. The feeling of love that springs up between them, that fills Morgan's chest just as surely as Finn's cock and cum are filling her cunt.
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